The villain is going to be a giant in women's clothing [Transmigration Book]

The game was justifiably won.

In the eyes of outsiders, Chi Cheng paddled all the way, only symbolically put a protective cover on a few teammates at the beginning of the game, and then kept shrinking behind.

But only those who are really on the field can feel how powerful this layer of protective shield is, which is considered to be nothing but good-looking.

After leaving the mustard space, Elder Liu and Chi Cheng's brothers picked him up as usual.

The onlookers still gathered in twos and twos to chat.

But this time, they could clearly hear the men and women not far away whispering: "Usually she is alone, and she can't tell, but now that someone is blocking the gun in front, she starts to act like a young lady." gone."

"In the beginning, she could only look at her appearance, but so many elders value her so much. I really don't know why."

"Why? It's very simple, you also made a rare spiritual root."

"OK, OK, I know you like her, so I just talked to her... How did you behave just now? It's not like you didn't see it, so you still speak for her with no conscience?"

"She just didn't show her ability. Wait until the next round to see how powerful she is."

"Okay, okay, listen to you, she is the best, I am waiting for her to be the first."

Hearing this conversation, Elder Liu and the others looked unhappy.

Even a brother who had a bad temper rolled up his sleeves, wanting to come forward and clean them up.

His impulse was quickly stopped by Chi Cheng: "Senior brother, you don't have to do this."

Chi Cheng's eyes were still clear, and there was even a bit of cunning in the deepest part: "He's right, my strength will be revealed in the next match."

"That's right." Elder Liu clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "When the time comes, I must take a good look at their expressions as a teacher."

When they got to their seats, everyone comforted him for a while.

Chi Cheng was not as fragile as everyone imagined, and he didn't even show any sadness about it, but just regretted a little: "It's a pity that he didn't show his sword skills."

Just as Chi Cheng was sitting in his seat, thinking whether to stay a little longer or go back to practice his sword, there was a sudden loud noise in front of him.

He raised his head and found that Su Weimei was slowly approaching him.

It should be to find him?

Chi Cheng stood up hesitantly, intending to meet Su Wumei.

It is true that Su Weimei came here for Chicheng.

She first smiled at Wen Ren'an, then grabbed Chi Cheng, and praised his performance just now: "Those disciples with low cultivation base and low vision naturally can't see your goodness." She paused, and put Tell me your own discoveries one by one: "In fact, the shields on their bodies have not changed all the time, but you replenished them quickly and connected them well, so they didn't notice."

"Also, when your opponent's attack is coming, you will try to knock down most of the attack or delay the strength as much as possible, so that your teammates have time to prepare." Su Weimei's eyes sparkled: "They probably thought that It is because you are particularly strong, or you are lucky, that you can meet an opponent who is not very strong, but most of this is your credit."

Chi Cheng didn't say a word, and quietly listened to Su Weimei's analysis, and finally smiled noncommittally: "Senior Sister observes really carefully."

The tone of his words was a bit weird, and he couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed.

Su Weimei raised her head and stared into Chi Cheng's eyes, but she could only feel some emotion in his eyes, and she couldn't see what the emotion was.

Just when she looked up at Chi Cheng, Chi Cheng also narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

After being so sluggish for a long time, Su Weimei retreated first, hurriedly looked away, and said "Come on" mechanically.

Chi Cheng responded to her encouragement: "Thank you, Senior Sister, I will work hard."

After all, Chi Cheng turned around and discussed with Qiao Dai, and decided to go back and continue practicing swordsmanship.

He walked down the high steps, passing countless Lingxiao Pavilion inner disciples along the way.

Some of them cheered him up in a low voice, telling him not to be discouraged; some deliberately amplified the discussion when he walked by, saying that those who have no strength should make vases well, instead of going to the court to fight against each other. enemy.

For these two kinds of people, Chi Cheng didn't care about it. He walked through the crowd with his head slightly lowered, and his profile was as perfect as a sculpture of a god.

Just when Chicheng was halfway there, a female disciple suddenly stood up from her seat, trotted up to him, and directly blocked his way.

What is this for?

Chi Cheng looked at the female disciple suspiciously.

The female disciple bit her lower lip, her eyes panicked and wandered.

But after calming down for a while, the female disciple bravely raised her head, looked directly at Chi Cheng, and said out loud what was in her heart: "Junior Sister Chi, you have no strength, but you have entered the top [-], don't you feel ashamed? "

After saying this, she glanced shyly at Wen Ren'an who was standing beside Chi Cheng, and continued: "I don't know why Senior Brother Wen Ren likes a girl like you, it's because you are good-looking ?"

Her words were like adding fuel to a fire, or to put it another way, pouring oil on a dying flame.

Originally, Chi Cheng had gradually stabilized his emotions under everyone's persuasion, but her timely appearance made Chi Cheng's barely suppressed boredom and anger break out, enveloping his entire heart in an instant.

"Oh?" Chi Cheng raised his head, because of the agitation of emotions, his originally drooping eyebrows also flew up, and his whole body was so brilliant that it was impossible to look directly at it.

"You say I... have no strength?" Chi Cheng grabbed the timid female disciple, pressed her shoulders, and stopped her struggle: "Whether I have strength or not is not something you just say...my ranking There is no water at all, if you don’t understand, you can ask the elders.”

Wenren took a step forward, wanting to say a few words for Chi Cheng, but was restrained by raising his hand.

Chi Cheng just stood there upright, with his back straight, his eyes bright, and his whole body exuded an aura of supremacy.

"I have strength, and I am much better than you imagined. After the big competition, there will be a challenge match. I hope you can bravely fight with me to see if my name is not in vain." Chi Cheng looked around the venue for a week , Saying this statement word by word: "This is my message to you."

"Next, I'm going to answer your doubts." Chi Cheng turned his head back again and landed in front of the female disciple.

I don't know if it's a matter of height or posture, but Chi Cheng looked down at the female disciple, taking advantage of his aura.

"Tell me," Chi Cheng grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to look up at him, "I remember you asking me why Senior Brother Wenren likes me, is it because I'm good-looking?"

"Okay... Now I'll tell you the answer." Feeling his chin trembling slightly, Chi Cheng finally laughed out loud, and shook off his female disciple's head: "He just likes me for being beautiful."

"How? Are you satisfied with this answer?"

"No, it's impossible..." The female disciple didn't dare to look up at Chi Cheng, but she was still stubborn.

At this time, the reaction is very interesting.

Chi Cheng raised his eyebrows, bent slightly, and put his face directly in front of the female disciple.

Zoom in zoom out and zoom in again.

In the end, it was Chi Cheng's flawless facial features that filled the female disciple's eyes.

The female disciple has always recognized Chi Cheng's beauty, but it may be because of the same-sex repulsion, she has always disliked Chi Cheng, and often wonders what those men are crazy about.

Even if it looks good, it's not to the point of making people crazy, right?

But now, staring at the face in front of her, the female disciple's expression was stunned, and she didn't know whether she should look more often, or keep her head away reservedly.

It's just that she put her hands together in front of her chest.

She clearly heard the sound of her own heartbeat.

Chi Cheng didn't know the mood change of the female disciple, after he approached for a while, he subconsciously opened the distance.

Anyway, his mood improved a lot.

Thinking of this, he looked sideways at Qiao Dai and Wen Ren'an: "Okay, let's go."

Immediately afterwards, he brushed past the female disciple without even looking at her.

The two behind them also followed Chi Cheng's pace and left the arena without looking sideways.

After arriving at the outer edge of the Neimen Dabi, Wen Ren'an summoned a huge spaceship, and then stretched out his hand to beckon the two of them to come up together.

When they got on the spaceship, the three of them looked at each other and couldn't help but smile.

"Sister, you don't know, you were super handsome just now."

Qiao Dai still praised Chi Cheng without hesitation.

"Really?" Chi Cheng rubbed his head in embarrassment.

In fact, he also thinks he is quite handsome.

"Of course!" Qiao Dai nodded vigorously: "Especially the one that raised her chin, it's very, very, very handsome!"

Fanmei's words can be used as a reference, but they can't be completely believed.

Thinking of this, Chi Cheng turned his questioning eyes to Wen Ren'an: "Is it really... handsome?"

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Ren'an also nodded: "That's right, it's very attractive."

Speaking of which, since Chi Cheng realized it, No.1 was so sincerely praised as "handsome".

He coughed twice in embarrassment, and then blushed slightly.

"You two always praise me like this, be careful to blow me up."

In some people's eyes, Chi Cheng's behavior represents self-confidence, but in some people's eyes, he is a representative of overreaching.

The two parties quarreled violently in this regard, and finally almost staged a martial arts show. If several elders in the sect had not received the news in advance and rushed to stop it, it might really cause a tragedy.

However, because of this incident, everyone paid more attention to the Chicheng game.

Regardless of whether you believe in his strength or not, you are ready to watch the next inner sect competition to determine what level of monk he is.

It can be regarded as a wave of enthusiasm for Chicheng invisibly.

When Chicheng's Top [-] started, all eyes were on it.

Almost all the disciples in the sect who had time rushed over and gathered in dense crowds to wait for Chicheng's match.

There are also viewers who are not very clear about this matter and ask the cause suspiciously.

After getting the science popularization from the enthusiastic crowd, they suddenly realized, and they looked forward to the Chicheng game together.

The people who eat melons are always very happy.

With much anticipation, the top [-] of the Inner Sect Grand Competition began.

As soon as Chi Cheng walked to the periphery of the game, he was taken aback by the bustling crowd.

"Why are there so many people suddenly?" He asked Qiao Dai and Wen Ren'an in a panicked whisper.

The two of them vaguely heard the whole story, so they gave an unprofessional introduction: "I heard that I want to see if your ability is really as good as you said that day."

"I see." Chi Cheng nodded knowingly.

"When you go in later, there might be people making noises, so don't pay attention to it, and don't worry about it, just play seriously." Wen Ren'an, who got the news from his friend, put down the sound-transmitting paper crane, and gave Chi Cheng a defensive injection with some concern.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Chi Cheng's attitude was very good, and he even joked with Qiao Dai: "This means that I'm popular, and there is no need to publicize, everyone can see my outstanding performance."

Although he said so, the other two were worried that he was forcing a smile, so they observed carefully together for a long time, and after confirming that Chi Cheng did not have any psychological burden, they breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

What Wen Ren'an and Chi Cheng said was already serious, but the actual situation was even worse than they imagined.

As soon as the three of them entered the arena, they heard someone shout: "Junior Sister Chi is here!"

Afterwards, everyone's eyes followed closely, like searchlights, scanning Chicheng critically from top to bottom, as if they wanted to find out all the shortcomings.

There were at least 2 to [-] people present, and these [-] people all turned their heads to look at you...

This kind of scene, even if you imagine it, will make people feel creepy.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Chi Cheng was still taken aback.

But he reacted quickly, without showing any clues on the surface.

He just lowered his head slightly, and after getting used to it, he maintained his usual posture and sat upright under the pavilion master.

And those critical eyes gradually faded, replaced by some exaggerated praise: "I didn't expect it to be really good-looking... I just don't know how strong it is."

"Actually, with such a look, even if you don't know anything, it's nothing."

"Sigh, looks are really important," and the man who kept saying "good looks can't be eaten" took the initiative to change his words: "With such an appearance, I can't hate her at all."

After a short period of restraint, Chi Cheng calmly chatted with the pavilion master, then walked down the steps and walked slowly into the mustard space.

Those who can rank in the top [-] among tens of thousands of people are all the elites of the Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Therefore, it is rare for the Ling Xiao Pavilion to give up the tricky plan and start a one-on-one competition honestly.

After entering the mustard space, Chi Cheng looked around the venue and found that the style from the beginning of the audition had returned.

Maybe this is called... back to basics, right?

With that in mind, he turned his gaze to his opponent.

Standing opposite him was an ordinary-looking male disciple.

When the male disciple saw Chi Cheng, he was stunned for a moment, and then joy and excitement crept up his cheeks: "Junior Sister Chi, I didn't expect that I was so lucky to fight you this time."

He knew that people outside could see the content of the competition inside, so he geared up excitedly, and at the same time, he did not forget to inform everyone of his team and identity: "Last night I was still arguing with my friends, saying that Junior Sister Chi should not come to the competition, so I just want to let everyone know." Wouldn't it be the best choice to be her goddess in the sect?"

After saying so provocatively, the male disciple turned his gaze to Chi Cheng again: "Junior Sister Chi, please do your best, because I won't let you down like those opponents you used to."

After his ridicule, anyone whose mentality is not stable enough will be easily affected.

But Chicheng still maintained his calm, even before the fight started, he could perform a standard etiquette: "Senior brother, I accept it."

"You don't have to give in to me, and I won't let you in." The male disciple reacted quickly, and just as soon as Chi Cheng's voice fell, he refuted it back mercilessly.

His witty response caused a commotion from the crowd outside the arena.

But Chi Cheng just lowered his head, letting the shadow cover the smile lines on the corner of his mouth.

Then, the two collided quickly, and they even fought for speed.

From the male disciple's words and deeds and past achievements, it can be clearly seen that his greatest advantage is his extremely fast reaction speed, which allows him to be faster than others in many cases.

On the field, "Quick" can conquer everything.

There is no problem for the male disciple to use his special skill of guarding the door, and his speed has already fallen into every move and every style, and he has melted into his flesh and blood.

... What is Chicheng doing?

Are you racing against him?

How can this win.

Everyone present sighed for a while, sighing that Chi Cheng lost his mind and wanted to hit a stone with an egg.

In the end, there can only be a defeated result.

Many soft-hearted women even turned their heads and closed their eyes, not wanting to see the scene where Chi Cheng was severely beaten to the ground.

It's just that when they close their eyes, their hearing becomes very sensitive, and they don't let go of every movement on the field, so as to judge the situation of the game.

But this voice seems a little...wrong?